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Chapter 265 The Duel of Fate

Benson buried his handsome face in the crook of Yvonne’s neck, his warm breath brushing against her skin.

“You didn’t answer, so I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured, his voice deep and gentle, laced with an eager anticipation.

Yvonne pressed her lips together lightly, though her heart was in turmoil.

She remained silent for a moment, overwhelmed by complex emotions.

Finally, she looked up at him and said, “Alright, let’s go back to the old house this weekend.”

“Whatever you say,” Benson replied, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction and relief.

He leaned in to plant a light kiss on her cheek, but Yvonne subtly avoided it.

His gesture was filled with hope, but it left her feeling slightly uneasy.

On Friday afternoon, they bid farewell to Hannah and Olivia and drove back to the old house.

The silence during the drive created a heavy atmosphere, but as they arrived at the old house, the mood seemed to lighten.

A warm and cheerful dinner gradually eased the tension, and Benson noticed that Yvonne’s expression softened, making him feel a sense of relief.

After dinner, Yvonne didn’t bring up the subject of divorce, which made Benson feel more at ease.

He thought this might mean she was open to reconsidering their relationship.

However, the quiet of the night was soon shattered. Benson held Yvonne in his arms, his intentions unmistakably clear in his embrace.

Yvonne turned away, her voice tired as she said, “Not tonight, I’m exhausted.” Her tone clearly conveyed rejection.

Benson’s heart was filled with desire, but he restrained himself.

He knew that respecting her wishes was essential to maintainin

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relationship.

The next morning, Benson got up early and went downstairs for breakfast.

The dining room felt unusually quiet, but the mess on the table caught his

attention.

Leftover food from the previous night cluttered the table, with several cold dishes and half–full cups of tea creating a bleak scene.

His older brother’s family seemed to still be asleep, leaving only his parents and Yvonne sitting at the table.

His mother, Victoria, was wearing a soft robe, her expression tired, while his father, Charles, sat silently, his face solemn.

At the entrance to the dining room, several burly men stood in a line, dressed in black suits, their expressions stern.

Their serious gazes were fixed on Benson as he approached.

The sight of the men, their muscular bodies forming an invisible barrier between him and the others, filled Benson with a sense of unease and confusion.

His steps faltered as he entered the dining room, his brows furrowed in

concern.

“What’s with all the extra security?” he asked, his voice tinged with apprehension.

Charles glanced at him and nodded. “We’ll talk after breakfast,” he said, his voice laced with resignation and guilt.

When Benson put down his chopsticks and was about to discuss the situation with his family, the burly men suddenly moved, pinning him to the dining table.

His shock and resistance were futile as they quickly twisted his arms behind his back.

One of the men even pressed his face against the cold surface of the table.

“Dad, Mom, what are you doing?” Benson’s voice was filled with shock and anger.

“We’re taking you to get divorced,” one of the men said coldly, his tone devoid

of warmth.

Benson’s eyes reddened, his anger and humiliation nearly suffocating him.

Pinned against the cold table, he felt a level of helplessness and disgrace he had never experienced before.

Surrounded by the cold indifference of his parents and the burly men,

seemed as if all emotions had turned to nothingness in that mom

“Mom, you can’t do this to me,” Benson’s voice trembled.

“This is my life, and I want to control it myself.”

He struggled with all his might, but the strength of the men holding him made resistance almost impossible.

Victoria’s expression turned cold and stern, her voice icy and unyielding.

“Benson, when you refused to let Yvonne leave, did you ever think that even as her husband, she is still free? She has the right to control her own life.”

Benson painfully turned his head, his gaze falling on Yvonne, who stood by the

table.

Yvonne’s expression was also fraught with unease as she stood there, overwhelmed by conflicting emotions.

She had not expected that Victoria’s promise of “Come back and feel at ease; if you want a divorce, I’ll make sure he goes through with it” would turn into such a forceful display.

Once, Victoria had vowed to steer them back on track, and now she was using violence to push her husband toward the abyss of divorce.

The stark contrast left Yvonne deeply shocked and unsettled.

Her hands trembled slightly, her face flushing and paling in turn as she struggled with the inner conflict.

Victoria’s eyes revealed a cold determination as she said, “Now you know what it’s like to be out of control, don’t you? It doesn’t feel good, does it? This is what Yvonne has been feeling.”

These words hit Benson like a hammer, striking directly at his heart.

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She knew that only by making Benson truly experience this helplessness would he possibly come to his senses.

Benson looked deeply at Yvonne, his voice low and sorrowful, ‘Do you really want it to be this way?”

His voice was filled with helplessness and despair, and his eyes were full of

painful questioning.

It was clear he had never imagined that she would involve his parents in her quest for a divorce.

This dramatic turn of events was more than he could bear, and the pain in his

heart was suffocating.

Yvonne’s gaze became extraordinarily calm as she looked at him.

She lowered her head slightly and said calmly, “Benson, if we divorce now, the only ones who will know are your parents. If we go to court, it will inevitably become a public scandal.

I don’t want our personal matters to affect the Taylor Group. Your parents have treated me well over the years.”

Her words carried a sense of finality and resignation, indicating her ultimate

decision about their relationship.

She knew that their marriage had reached its end, and she didn’t want their conflict to escalate further into the public eye.

“I’ve said before, I can give up the Taylor Group…”

Benson’s voice was filled with a futile struggle, but Yvonne remained silent.

She had made her position clear, but it seemed Benson still hadn’t fully

grasped it.

Yvonne’s resolve was firm, and her eyes showed a determined resolution.

This firmness tore at Benson’s heart, making him feel as though he was being ripped apart.

Desperately, Benson turned to his parents for support.

His voice was filled with pleading and helplessness. “Dad, Mom, I love Yvonne. I can’t go through with this divorce. Over the years, I’ve really…”

He tried to struggle, but the strength of the men holding him down made it nearly impossible to resist.

His voice was laden with deep desperation, as he made a final attempt to change the course of events.

His fingers flailed weakly in the air, his face twisted in agony.

Yvonne could no longer bear to look at him. She had never imagined that their divorce would unfold in such a way.